I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

The driver who accompanied her to see her came out empty-handed and stepped forward and asked, "Did Mrs. Madam not see her favorite clothes?"

"Uncle Li." Qiao Mianmian didn't answer his question, but turned his head and asked him, "Do you know Mo Yesi's mobile phone number?"

Uncle Li was shocked: "...Know."

"Well, then show me."

Uncle Li: "..."

Does Mrs. Shao not even have Master's mobile phone number? !

Despite my doubts, he quickly took out his mobile phone and turned over Mo Yesi's mobile phone number.

Qiao Mianmian glanced over and directly called Mo Yesi.

It rang for a long time before it was connected there.

"Hey." A cold and low voice came over, bringing a little alienation from the cold.

Qiao Mianmian remained silent for a few seconds before speaking: "...I am Qiao Mianmian."

Mo Yesi remained quiet for a second: "Is this your mobile phone number?"

I don't know if it was Qiao Mianmian's illusion. After she reported her name, she felt Mo Yesi's tone was not so cold.

It seems to be a little milder.

"Uh." She nodded.

Mo Yesi was quiet for a while.

After a few seconds, he said again: "I saved it. You also save my mobile phone number."

"Okay, I will!" Qiao Mianmian squeezed the phone tightly. The previous impulse had faded a lot, and she regretted making the call.

They just got married less than a day.

Moreover, although he is already her husband in name, it is only in name.

She asked him for help in this way, would it make him feel troublesome?

However, she was really angry.

She has not been described as a thief.

If this breath cannot be vented today, she thinks she will suffocate to death!

"How do you think of calling me? Miss me?" The man's low, tempting voice came into her ears, as if talking against her ears, and Qiao Mian's heartbeat with a sultry voice suddenly accelerated.

His face suddenly turned red.

she was:! ! !

How should she answer this?

"Mr. Mo..."

"Call me by name, or call my husband. I don't want to hear Mr. Mo's name like this anymore." The man's tone was strong and hegemonic, and she simply couldn't let her refuse.

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

Mo Yesi: "I'm on the road, and I'll be there for you in about 20 minutes. If you're hungry, you can order something to eat without waiting for me."

"Well, I know."

"Qiao Mianmian?" Mo Yesi suddenly shouted her name.

"what?"

"Do you have anything to tell me?"

Qiao Mianmian hesitated for a few seconds and asked softly, "I'm in Shengdong Department Store. I heard Uncle Li say that this mall is owned by Mohs, is that true?"

Mo Yesi: "Well."

"So say that..."

"Ok?"

Qiao Mianmian: "Am I the boss of this mall?"

After she said this, she felt her face hot.

Mo Yesi seemed a little surprised that she would say something like this. After a few seconds of silence, he chuckled softly: "Of course."

"Then...If the boss lady feels that the quality of the employees is not good and the work attitude is too bad, can they be fired?"

Qiao Mianmian was a little nervous.

She waited nervously.

She was afraid that Mo Yesi would reject her.

Then she was too faceless and too embarrassed.

After a few seconds of silence, the man spoke again, and his tone suddenly became colder. He asked in a deep voice, "Are you bullied?"